"Sir, Mr. Philip is at the gate. The security men are asking for permission to let him in."
Marcus let out a deadpan chuckle. "I know he would certainly come to me," he mumbled inwardly. His head swelling up with pride.
"Please tell them to let him in," he said to his messenger and continued working on his computer.
About ten minutes later, Philip was led into the office by the messenger, and she exited immediately after handing him to Marcus.
"Good morning, Mr. Marcus," Philip greeted, his voice lacking warmth. From his voice, Marcus doesn't need a soothsayer to know he's doing this because he had no option.
"Welcome to my office, Mr. Philip," Marcus replied, a wry smile lurking around his lips.
"Have a seat, please." He pointed over to a chair for him, and Philip sat down coldly, like a slave under control.
"I believe you have finally made up your mind to seek my alliance in your organization?" he asked, staring directly at Philips's face.
